Reborn in the Chinese Entertainment Industry: My Childhood Sweetheart is Boss Yang

Gu Heng was holding a lamb skewer in his hand. Upon hearing this, he paused, and his eyes instantly turned cold.

But before he could speak, the Vision employees and the crew of "Stone" who were having a great time drinking at the next table all stood up at once.

Just imagine what that scene would be like.

Dozens of burly men in white shirts and trousers, their ties askew, all stood up in unison and looked at you.

Especially the leader, with his short haircut, several buttons undone on his shirt revealing a large gold chain on his chest, a beer bottle in his hand, and a flushed face as he glared at you.

He was still cursing under his breath: "Which of you didn't zip up your pants properly, letting your little peckers show? Want to practice?"

Even Chen Kai, who is usually very polite, pushed up his glasses and looked at them coldly, with a folding stool in his hand at some point.

Those thugs instantly sobered up a bit.

Look at their equipment and numbers, and then look at our meager numbers. Especially the young man sitting in the middle, although he didn't stand up, his eyes were so indifferent, as if he were looking at a dead man. The two beautiful women next to him didn't seem panicked at all; instead, they had expressions of watching a show.

This isn't some random passerby; who's the gangster here?

The leader of the thugs was trembling with fear. He quickly put on a smile that looked more like a grimace and bowed obsequiously, saying, "Misunderstanding...misunderstanding! Gentlemen, you've mistaken us for someone else! You've really mistaken us for someone else! We'll leave right now, we'll leave right now!"

After saying that, the group scrambled back to their table and left without even paying the bill, fearing that if they were a moment too late, these "suit-wearing thugs" would fill the space with cement piles.

"Tch, coward."

Ning Hao spat dismissively, sat down, and continued drinking. "Come on, Mr. Gu, let's keep drinking!"

This was just a minor incident, but it only fueled everyone's drinking spirits. These people, always eager for a good show, took turns toasting Gu Heng.

Although Gu Heng had a huge capacity for alcohol, he couldn't withstand such a relentless barrage of bites from so many people. One bite after another, until finally Gu Heng felt dizzy and the Yang Mi in front of him had multiplied into three, each smiling at him like a little fox.

"I can't take it anymore... If I drink any more... If I drink any more, I'll be going to meet Marx..." Gu Heng waved his hand, but in the end he couldn't hold on and collapsed into Yang Mi's soft arms.

The second part of this victory celebration ended in an extremely tragic manner.

The elites of Vision Entertainment were all wiped out. Ning Hao hugged the telephone pole and insisted on becoming sworn brothers with the guy, saying that this brother was handsome and a good candidate for the army.

Although Chen Kai could still stand up with difficulty, only one leg of his gold-rimmed glasses was hanging on his ear, and he was still muttering the K-line chart of Chihong Zinc & Germanium.

Su Qing, being a career woman, was still relatively lucid despite her face turning bright red. She forced herself to direct the interns, who hadn't drunk much, and Wang Gang as they began cleaning up the mess.

"Um... pry Director Ning off the telephone pole and stuff him in the car!"

"Old Chen! Stop calculating! We'll calculate it tomorrow! Wang Gang, you take the boss first!"

Wang Gang was a veteran with excellent physical fitness and had never touched a drop of alcohol. Without saying a word, he lifted Gu Heng up like a sack of potatoes and shoved him steadily into the back seat of the car.

Yang Mi had also had a couple of beers; her face was flushed, and her eyes were hazy with excitement. She nimbly climbed into the back seat, letting Gu Heng's large head rest on her lap, then, like a little busybody, waved to Wang Gang in the front: "Brother Gang, let's go! To Fuxiang Hutong!"

The car started smoothly, and the dappled sunlight from the streetlights outside dappled into the car.

Gu Heng was quite drunk at this moment, humming and mumbling incoherently, talking in his sleep. Yang Mi looked down at the face so close to hers, feeling incredibly smug.

This guy always bullies me, pinches my cheeks, and acts all grown-up like he's doing it for my own good. Today he's finally fallen into my hands, hasn't he?

"Serves you right for acting cool all the time! Serves you right for pinching my cheek!" Yang Mi stretched out her wicked little hand and pinched Gu Heng's cheek hard.

Oh?!

It feels really good! Smooth and a little bouncy!

Yang Mi seemed to have discovered a new continent, pinching her nose and tugging at her ears, having a great time. Gu Heng frowned in his sleep, as if he felt disturbed, and burrowed his head in to find a more comfortable position.

That is, it rubbed against Yang Mi's lower abdomen.

Yang Mi's body stiffened instantly, and her face burned even hotter. This rascal, he's even in his sleep and still not behaving!

"You got off easy..." she muttered softly, but her movements became gentle as she gently tidied his messy hair.

The car quickly entered the hutong area, full of old Beijing charm. After several twists and turns, it stopped in front of a magnificent vermilion gate.

No. 15 Fuxiang Hutong.

This is a priceless treasure that Gu Heng spent 1800 million yuan to acquire. It has been under renovation for four whole months since he bought it.

Wang Gang got out of the car, opened the back door, and helped Gu Heng out. The door had a combination lock, and Yang Mi skillfully entered the password—her birthday.

Upon entering, an atmosphere of understated luxury immediately greets you.

Although it was night, the ground lights in the courtyard were very stylish. This was a standard four-courtyard house, covering an area of ​​nearly 2,000 square meters. It had everything: a front building, a hanging flower gate, a main house, side rooms, and a rear building.

Instead of the nouveau riche embellishments of artificial hills and flowing water in the courtyard, there were a few crabapple and pomegranate trees. The painted murals on the corridors were all done stroke by stroke by master craftsmen from the Palace Museum's restoration team, preserving both the ancient charm and an air of elegance.

Although this wasn't Yang Mi's first visit, she couldn't help but exclaim in amazement every time she came.

"This place... is freaking huge."

Wang Gang carried Gu Heng into the master bedroom of the main house, skillfully tossed him onto the large bed, and then turned to Yang Mi, saying, "Miss Yang, are you taking care of the boss? I still have a bunch of drunkards to deal with."

"Okay, Gang, you go ahead and get busy. I'll take care of things here." Yang Mi waved her hand, acting like the lady of the house.

As soon as Wang Gang left, the huge courtyard fell silent, with only the rustling of the wind through the treetops.

Yang Mi looked at Gu Heng lying on the bed like a dead pig and sighed helplessly.

"I really owe you one!"

Resigned, she went to the bathroom, filled a basin with hot water, and took out a hot towel.

The main house was decorated in a very modern style, with underfloor heating throughout, making it warm and cozy to walk on. Yang Mi muttered to herself as she wiped Gu Heng's face.

"Why did you drink so much? Trying to be a hero?"

"You reek of alcohol, you stink!"

Although she complained, her movements were very gentle. A warm towel wiped Gu Heng's face and neck, cleaning him thoroughly. Gu Heng hummed comfortably, turned over, and hugged Yang Mi's waist.

"Stop fooling around..." Yang Mi blushed.

Looking at the sleeping man's profile, Yang Mi's heart softened like a puddle of water.

She looked at the sky outside, then at the empty courtyard, and suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. Although the security in the courtyard was excellent, sleeping in such a large place was still a little unsettling.

"I didn't mean to take advantage of you, I was just trying to take care of you." Yang Mi found a perfect excuse for herself.

She quickly washed up, removed her makeup, and changed into Gu Heng's white shirt, the hem of which just covered her upper thighs, revealing two fair and slender legs.

She then crawled into bed, carefully lay down next to Gu Heng, and rested her head on his chest.

"Pig..." She reached out her finger and gently poked Gu Heng's nose, a sweet smile curving her lips.

In his sleep, Gu Heng seemed to sense the warmth beside him. Instinctively, he stretched out his long arm and pulled Yang Mi into his embrace, resting his chin on the top of her head, and mumbled indistinctly, "Don't move... sleep..."

Yang Mi, like a kitten whose fur had been stroked, nestled obediently in his arms, not daring to move an inch. Feeling the warmth emanating from him, this was probably the warmest place in the world on this cold winter night.

Yang Mi thought vaguely, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

Outside the window, the cold wind howled, but inside, spring was in full bloom.

There are no scenes that are unsuitable for children.

Our CEO, Mr. Gu, is drunk.

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